Breathing In Sighs
A poem about depression
Fingers colder than ice
Thinking thoughts twice
So full of sacrifice
Nothing sticks like rice
Never taking advice
Skin so easy to slice
Constant itch of lice
Needing more spice
Thinking isn't nice
Too many looking eyes
Don’t over supervise
Feeling nothing but despise
Hearing only lies
Seeing in down size
Thank you for reading my poem that I wrote about the stresses of living inside my brain. I have Autism and depression so there is a lot of negativity that I’m trying to process lately. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you.
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